Fiction

My name is silence. The silence of the doctor as he walked in. The silence as they understood he would not be born. The silence of the phone line as she learned she was not a grandmother. The silence of the ride home.

You assembled me with great care and patience like a ship in a bottle. You made me a fine coat with matching pants with pockets like yours. The only difference was that I was not in mine.

The animals already knew when it happened. They all started dying.

Salty.

I lick my lips, trying to clean my face. Then I remember, I am not a cat. I lift my hand to my eyes to dry the tears the old fashioned way. They are cold. I am holding hands with myself. 

FRANK’S ACCEPTANCE

By Maya R.J 

CHARACTERS: FRANK, a senior in high school, 

the Oldest child of five,18.

The click, click, click of a camera draws his attention. 

Leah's brows furrowed in frustration.  A thin line of sweat threatened to drop off her grimy forehead. With every second that passed her feet pounded harder against the barren dirt field that was filled with a chilling emptiness..

TW: DV (I think) and Toxic Relationships, strong biblical references

I miss eve said Adam as Eve bent over a stove, an apron around her red and white checkered waist. 

my turn on stage had come to an end as i ran off stage quickly, the villain and victim hopped on stage.

If I had nine lives, I would spend the first one jumping from a tall mountain, the wind in my hair, and filling my lungs, the full feeling of freedom. After that, maybe I'd find peace and wouldn’t fear the mountains.

When we drove through my hometown for the first time, I asked her, "What do you see?"

And she stared at the setting Ohio sun, at the too cold outside with not enough snow, at the streets I called home.

It was 11:47 p.m. when Sarah’s phone buzzed on the nightstand. Half-asleep, she groaned, reached for it, and saw the name: “Mom.”